Shaun the Devil [British and American]

Once upon a time there was a little devil, his name was Sean. The devil feeds on the malice engraved on human souls, so Sean carefully chooses a livable city to make his home. Humans call this place Gotham. Sean designated Arkham Asylum as the kitchen area, and then opened the bedroom door to a mansion called Wayne Manor. There's no sin of filthy deliciousness here, but there's another scent that the devil enjoys: the mansion is haunted by doom. Bad luck brings about a corrupted soul. The little devil waited expectantly for his meal to arrive, but was blinded by the human's holy light. Little Devil: It's like a walking incandescent light bulb! I can't even see clearly the height, shortness, fatness, and thinness of this human being! How rare a soul must this be? Collect and collect, this devil is determined! Little Devil: Wait, there's another one, this time I can barely tell it's a glowing old man. Then the third one. A few days later came the fourth one. Little Devil: I can't scream anymore, I'm tired. What's going on with this shitty place? Little Devil: None of them are degenerate. They can only collect them but not eat them. That's outrageous. Sean declares that these sparkling humans are his, rare pets in his captivity. He doesn't mind humans randomly entering his room, or passing through any of his doors to greet humans from other worlds, just as humans don't mind having their pet cats jump into bed. At Intention: Happiness is all that matters